For those of you who aren't yet bored with hearing me talk about myself, I thought it might be nice if I put together a little record of my travels, along with some photos, anecdotes, and maybe the occasional metaphor or allusion to prove that my college English education has actually been of some practical use, despite my poverty-level salary. The reading of it is of course entirely voluntary, which means lucky you. If you were here with me, you'd have no choice but to hear all about every single pastry I ate.
In case I've been a horrible correspondent and you have no idea what I'm talking about, I'll back up and give you the "Previously, in France..." So far I've found an apartment in Nantes with my friend Brianne (photos of the finished, old-French-grandmother's-yard-sale-style product coming soon), visited the school in La Roche sur Yon where I'll be working 12 hours a week with future primary school teachers, and sat through a several-hour, entirely unhelpful orientation on the MEDN, ANAEM, CAF, AARPNAACPNASCARDOWJONES paperwork I have to fill out in order to stay legally in France. My French is coming back gradually, Brianne and I are making some new friends (an alarming number of which are 30-year-old French engineers), and I start my official work on Monday.
Coming attractions: photos of our Louis XVI arm chair and our Louis XV couch, details about my first days of class, possibly a review of the concert we'll be seeing on Friday, which involves "plants, animals, and Cowboys," and almost definitely a witty reference to The Faerie Queene.
Thanks for reading!
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